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About San Antonio

So, me, C-3PO, Community Manager—fancy that! I’d be rubbish there, all flustered. “R2, help, they’re undressin’!” Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah. Heard this bonkers tale—1800s London, right? Lass called Sugar worked one, wrote poems! Poems, can ya believe it? “I’ve tapped that well dry,” she’d say, smirkin’. Got me laughin’—then sad. Poor gal, trapped, y’know?

You’re Temporarily Blocked

I may not survive my first semester spying on three ruthless cartel brothers—especially when it turns out they're bullies in more ways than one.

First off, there's Main St. – the beating heart of downtown Blakely. Right off Main, you got Floyd Street, lined with quirky cafes, thrift shops, and that one dive bar that serves a milkshake so potent it sorta reminds me of "I drink your milkshake." True story. Like, seriously, every time I walk down Floyd St., I feel the universe whispering back in that Stephen Hawking tone, "The cosmos unfolds, my friend."

Outdoor Pics With Tess: Blakely's catch at Pretty Water Lake